Oh yes, warnings; Um, Suicidal Thoughts, MAYBE, Drugs..MAYBE, Slash?...DEFINITELY…but not immediately... Song Lyrics…SOMETIMES…Maybe if anything else happens I'll add it to the fore coming updates. If there are any. Oh yeah, and coarse language..
Disclaimer: It ain't mine.
Summary: It's all over. For both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Draco has no one now, and no one needs Harry as much as they did before. People take the boy who lived forgranted now, and everyone's forgotten about Draco Malfoy. Well most of them. Emotionless and finding themselves in front of each other one day, will they be able to help each other or only end up driving the other to go spiralling down into depths of despair?
A/N: Ahhh! I can't believe I got reviews! You guys are way too awesome to be real! I didn't really think I'd get any. But wow! I love you guys! I didn't really like this chapter, at least not the beginning, but I wanted all this stuff to get out of the way so I can get back to the better stuff. I was listening to Red Flag by Billy Talent while writing this. It was funny.
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And, (smiles) I don't plan on stopping the updates until this has completely finished. ) Ooh yes, and you can expect daily updates but the longest it would probably take is every other day.
Chapter Two: A Mild Conversation Over a Drink.
Neither one of them said a thing. Draco held the beer up to his lips and sipped a bit, before bringing it down back on the table. Harry simple stared at the contents in his glass.
"Are you going to tell everyone?" Harry noticed Draco's voice was hoarse.
"Why?" Harry finally picked up the glass and held it to his lips, waiting for a reply.
"Potter…why are you here?" Draco asked in a broken voice, startling Harry. He lowered the glass without swallowing even a bit, and stared at Draco.
"I wanted to get away." The conversation was so mild. As if they had just met. Almost.
"From what? Fame, honour, and riches?" Serene sarcasm in his tone.
"Fame, honour and riches over killing dozens of people." There was sudden intense rage flashing in those green eyes. But Draco wondered if he'd imagined it as it vanished the next second, replaced by that calm not caring look. He looked down at Harry's hands. They were clutching the handle of the beer glass pretty hard, Draco told from the white knuckles.
"Who died?" The words fell from Draco's mouth, and he barely knew he'd said them until a moment after.
"Huh-what?" Harry looked confused at the sudden change of conversation.
"You know I wasn't there, right?" Draco paused and Harry opened his mouth when Draco continued in an odd tone. "No matter how much the mark hurt, I didn't go." Draco shot his eyes up to Harry's, suddenly oddly shiny. "The mark stung Potter. It bled. I wanted to cut it off me. " Draco said darkly, staring back down at the drink he held in his hands.
"Why'd you ge-oh. Never mind." Harry stared at the foamy drink. Well actually most of the foam had disappeared by now.
Draco laughed humourlessly. "Yes, 'oh never mind'. My father would rather have had me dead then…then a traitor." His tone had gone back to being dead panned.
"Sorry."
"For what?" Draco raised his eyes slightly.
"That your life sucks so much." The corners of Draco's lips twitched slightly at Harry's plain but true words.
"Back at you, Potter."
They fell into silence.
"You folks, we're closing down now-Oh Merlin! You're Harry Potter aren't you?" The bartender now stood in front of the table, staring at Harry with wide eyes, and cloth hanging uselessly in his hand. He had dark brown hair and looked barely two years above them both. And beautiful dark blue eyes.
Draco pushed his chair back and got to his feet. He whipped around and was out the door in a second. It slammed shut behind him.
HARRY'S POV
Harry Potter found himself staring after the blonde who had so abruptly just left the building. Then he looked up at the awfully young bartender, who was still staring at him in wonder, wordlessly.
"What's…up with him?" Harry managed, turning his head the other way and looking through the glass wall at the fair-haired boy who had brought out a cigarette again, and now lighting it and putting it to his pale lips.
"Oh him, Travis, don't mind him. He's always been bitter whenever Harry Po-I mean you have been brought up. I don't know if it's hate or passion." The bartender said jokingly. Harry looked harshly up at the bartender. Travis?
"Oh." Harry started to get up. He pulled a couple sickles from his robes and laid them down on the table.
"So what are you doing in this neck of the woods? If you catch my drift, I mean." The bartender said conversationally.
"Um…what?" Harry shook his head and tried to replay the words over in his cluttered mind. For some reason he couldn't focus on anything but the fact that it had started to rain outside and Draco Malfoy, his recent arch nemesis was getting drenched.
"Ah nothing. Don't let 'im get to you, Mr. Potter. He's a little, I don't know, obsessed with you I guess. He talks about you as if he went to the same school as you. Not nice things though." Harry crossed his arms and looked back at the bartender.
"Oh." Travis. He'd named himself Travis? He really didn't want to be found.
"I reckon you should start heading home, Mr. Potter. It's really starting to pour out there. Hope to see you again." The bartender said, smiling bracingly and turning around and going back to the bar.
Harry looked over at him, and then went to the door, putting his hand on the door, starting to push it forwards. He looked over his shoulder and the bartender waved at him. "I didn't catch your name, sir." He found himself saying.
"Wow, the Harry Potter wants to know my name." The guy said playfully. "Matthew. Trav calls me Matt though."
"I'll be back, promise." Were Harry's last words before walking through the door to catch up to the departing Draco Malfoy.
DRACO'S POV
Draco Malfoy was cold. And shivering. And he wanted more then anything to go back to his house and kill himself. Or go to sleep. Whichever more he felt like.
Wait, was he hearing someone calling his name. Oh god, he hoped the boy who lived wasn't chasing after him.
"Malfoy! Malfoy!" Oh god, he was! Why did the gods hate him so? He tried to walk faster. What was he thinking, taking a drink with the Minister of Magic? He took another drag from his cigarette before he dropped it and stepped on it, before spinning around and staring fiercely at the dark haired boy. He found himself staring into a pool of emerald.
Draco pulled back, and backed away. Too close for comfort. "Stop following me! What do you want from my life?" Draco shouted loudly, exasperated.
"What happened to you over there?" Harry asked. Stop thinking Harry. Are you insane? IT'S POTTER!
"Listen, I've got to go home and…just leave. I don't know what today was, but I don't exist. My name is Travis. Travis Johnson." Draco was breathing heavily, glaring daggers into Potter's eyes. He felt his long blonde hair stick to his face from the rain. The drops of water were slipping down his face as if they were tears.
"Creative." Harry muttered under his breath. His usually messy hair was flat, and his eyes were back to being impassive.
"But you're going to mess all that up, aren't you! Did you tell Matt my name? Huh?"
"No." Potter watched on as someone he'd always known never to completely lose his composure lost it right then and there.
"You're fucking with things you don't understand, Potter! I understand you have had it hard, but you've always had friends you could depend on, people who loved you, right then and there! What, aren't you married to Weasel yet?" Draco said this with most anger, fury flashing in his silver eyes. His fists were clenched, his voice louder by the word.
"You sound jealous." Potter said quietly. Draco got paler, but Potter didn't notice. Who did nowadays? It wasn't much possible to the naked eye to lose so much blood in your skin.
"Wha-what are you talking about?"
"Do you miss your friends, Malfoy?" Potter asked, looking up at Draco helplessly. Then it clicked. Harry Potter pitied him. He pitied him. He thought Draco wanted someone to love. Pansy. Blaise.
Those double faced morons were, to Harry Potter, his best friends. Draco realized he was still talking and tried to pay attention.
"-three kids and a really big house. Pansy on the other hand hasn't still married, and people think she's looking for the right one, who I'm thinking she hopes is you."
Draco blinked. Not even.
"Listen, why don't you go back to your family and friends, and leave me alone? You know what; I don't care if you start coming here, or even live here, but just…don't talk to me. Please." Draco hated that he sounded as if he were begging.
"You're really fucked up, aren't you?" Potter looked at Draco with new interest.
"Bye." Draco turned around and shoved his hands in his pockets, lowering his head, feeling colder then he had since it'd started raining.
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